Under The Oak Tree Novel Spoiler Novels & Stories

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?

The sound of crickets and insects filled my ears, a little hum of life in the dark. I stopped at the edge of a clearing, scanning the trees in front of me. They had to be close. I could feel it. "Um, Queen—" Jake opened his mouth to speak, but I silenced him with a finger to my lips. Then I heard the sound of footsteps heading our way, heavy fast and voice shouting through the tree. “Stop! It’s pointless running away from us!” "We have you guys surrounded!" Lights flickered through the branches, bouncing off the grass and bark. I snuck closer to the massive oak tree in front of me, resting my hand on its rough bark. The hanging moss obscure my view, but the footsteps were getting louder.

,said Liam. "Okay so tell me all about what happened in the two days we didn't meet",said Laurel, holding Liam's hand and following him to the cherry blossom tree and taking a seat under it. It was the perfect spot. No one could find them there and it was beautiful too. That tree was 'their' spot and they had even carved their names on the bark with a heart. Laurel listened as Liam told her all about what all had happened in his life the past two days. And when Laurel was talking, Liam paid attention although he did get distracted a few times by her eyes or a lose strand of hair that he, at times felt compelled to fix and then caress her cheek.

“I did.” A pause. “Good. Go under the oak tree located just behind the park. Drop the money there.” My throat tightened. I stepped out of the car, phone pressed firmly to my ear as I followed the instructions given and soon spotted the oak tree. Each step toward the tree felt heavier than the last. I knelt, placed the bundle of cash beneath it, and stood. “It’s done,” I whispered. “Good,” the voice said calmly. “Remember… do not tell anyone. Do not involve the police. If you do, the pictures will go public.”

Rowan said, pointing through the trees. Kael rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. "We stay together." Nobody argued. We followed the sound. The forest changed as we walked. The pines gave way to older trees. Their branches spread so wide that the sunlight barely reached the ground. The air smelled of wildflowers. Then... I saw it. An oak tree. Its trunk split into two before reaching the branches. The same tree from my mother's drawing. "The orchard," Elias whispered. No one moved.

The oak tree, a silent witness to the tragedy, seemed to bow in mourning, its branches rustling like whispered condolences. As the ceremony concluded and the villagers dispersed, the family remained, their grief too profound to bear alone. James, Isabella, and Cassia stood together by the oak tree, their pain an unspoken bond that connected them in this profound moment of loss. In the days that followed the burial of young Alex, the family's home in Cedarbrook felt emptier than ever before. The weight of their loss pressed upon them like a relentless storm, and each day seemed a relentless battle against the gaping void left by their beloved son and brother.

Suddenly, Hayley saw a red oak tree appearing from a distance. “That's a red oak.” “I thought you left.” “I gave a thought to your proposal.” Hayley let out. “Are you sure you want to do this? Once you begin they will be no going back.” The old woman said with feverish eyes. “Why did you choose me in the first place? Do I look like a coward?” Hayley asked. “Your father was imprisoned inside that tree in your school. I can help you get him back.” The old woman asserted, she stepped toward the oak tree and placed her palms on it. Saying a spell, the tree glowed, and a book appeared in her hands.

I flew over the frozen ground, a grey shadow under the rising moon. The lightning-struck oak was a giant tree, split down the middle, one half dead and black. I shifted back, shivering as I pulled on my clothes, my eyes scanning the dark tree line. Minutes ticked by. The moon was now clearly visible in the sky. She is not coming. She has been caught. It is over. Then, a whisper of movement. She melted out from behind the broad trunk of the oak, her face pale in the gloom. I nearly sagged with relief. “You are here.”

Cat's last email replayed over and over in my mind like a sinister song, highlighting the shadows in Lachlan's past that seemed to loom over me. Then, I saw it: a grand oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching skyward, beckoning me closer. I didn't understand what it was doing here on a desert island. And more than that, how did Cat tell me to meet her at an oak tree just yesterday and here was an oak tree. What the fuck was this?

Soaked. We are all soaked as we follow Zayn deeper into the forest; he’s leading us to where he saw the orb in his vision. The rain is pouring heavily and there are now flashes of lightning in the sky. The winds are cold and unforgiving and the ground is all mushy and wet. We have now passed the oak tree that I used to hide under. No one seems to be talking, we all just walk in silence until Zayn suddenly stops. “Here!” He says.